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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Wine does Wonderx.
WINE does wontlers ev'ry dsy,
Alfll:es the h^avy light aiid gay-,
Throws off all their melancholy :
Makes the w il'efi: go aftray,
And the bufy toy and play.
And the poor and needy, jolly.
Wine makes trembling cowards bold.
Men in years forget they're old;
Women leave their coy difdainincr,
Who, till then, were fhy and cold ',
Makes a niggard flight his gold,
And the foppifli entertaining.
Wine's a Miftrefs_gay and eafy.
TTTINE's a miftrefs gay and eafy,
W Ever free to give delight ;
Let what may perplex and teaze ye,
'Tis the bottle fets all right.
Who would leave a lalling treafure,
To embrace a childifh pleafure,
Which loon as tailed takes its flight?
Pierce the cafk of gen'rous claret,
Rouze your hearts, e'er 'tis too late ;
Fill the goblet, never fpare it, ■
That's your armour 'gainft all fate.
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Apollo's Decifion.
NYMPH and a fwain to Apollo once pray'd,
Thefwain had been jilted, the nymph b-.en betray 'd;
Their intest was to try if his oracle knew
E'eranymphthatwaschatte.orafwain that was true
Apollo was mute, and had lite tVve beer, pos'd ;
P>ut fagely, at length, he this I'ecret difclcs'd :
He alone won't betray in whom none will confide
And the nymph may be chalte that has never been
try'd.
The Whims of Folks.
THE whims of folks in love to know,
I believe would fairly pofe Old Nick
This moment faft — next moment flow;
How confenting,
Now repenting,
Nor at this, nor that will flick ;
3ut chancrinw fliil
Iney won t — they will
When they mean yes, they'll'anfwer no ■
And fume and fret,
This liour to get
What they diflik'd an hocr a^o.
If you expeft to find them here.
To t'other fide they quickly veer;
The wind and tide.
In the fame mode will longer bid;:
Like two fond turtles, fide by fide,
•This hour they v.oq,
And bill and coo!
Then, by and by,
. No reafon why,
They .make the devil and all to do-
How gentle was my Damon's air,
TTOW gentle v/as my Damon's air.
Like funny beams his golden hair.
His voice was like the nightingale's,
More fweet his breath ihan'fiow'ry vales.
How hardfuch beauties to refi^n,
And yet that cruel tafk is mine.
On ev'ry hill. In ev'ry grove,
Along the margin of each ftream,
Dear confcious fcenes of farmer love,
I mourn, and Damon is my theme.
The hills, the groves, the ftreams remain.
But Damon there I feek in vain.
From hill, from dale, each charm is fled.
Groves, flocks, and fountains pieafe no more,
Each flow'r in pity droops its head,
Al! nature does my lofs deplure,
All, all reproach the faithlefs fwain,
Yet Damon Hill I feek in vain. Mihon.
I am young, and I am friendlefs.
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AM young, and I am friendlefs,
And poor, alas! withal;
Sure my forrows will be endlefs.
In vain for help I call.
Have fome pity .in your nature,
'To relieve a wretched creature,
Tho' the gift be ne'er fo Imall.
May you poffefiing,
llv'ry blefilflg,
Still inherit, fir.
All you merit, fir,
And never knowf what it is to want ;
Sweet heav'n your worfiiip all happinefs grant.
Soft Invader of my Soul.
COFT invader of my foul,
^ Love ! who can thy povv'r controul ?
All that haunt earth, air, and fea,
Own thy force and bend to thee.
All the dear enchanting day,
Celia ileals my hearts awav.
All the tedious live-long night,
Celia Iwims before my fight.
Happy, h.Tppy were the fwain
Who might fuch a prize obtain.
Other joys he need not prove,
Bieft enough in Celia's lovs.
Ati that temptingly beguiles.
Sparkling eyes and dimpling fmiies,
Ev'ry charm and ev'ry grace,
Dwell on Celia's beauteous face.
Open, gen'rous, free from art,
Virtue lives within her heart,
Modelty and truth combin'd,
Suit her perfon to her mind.
Vain is Beauty's gaudy Flow'r,
JT^AIN is beauty's gaudy flow'r,
* -Pageant of an idle hour.
Born juft to bioom and fade ;
Nor lels weak, iefs vain than i'.t,
Is the pride of human wit,
The Ihadow of a jQiade.